Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.